its strange how often they are coming.
my heart is so heavy as i type this.
so many memories and thoughts of home flood my mind-
the smell of those tall covering evergreens
driving down old windey
walking home from school
the rain
the smell of rain
pine needels.. everywhere!
my room
our soft carpet
my car. oh my car
the muddy pathway that i learned to navigate so perfectly on my way to seminary before the sun ever came up.
walking to seminary in the cold
hills
more trees
dan barking
seeing the olympic mountains from our driveway.
target & going there for no reason just to go
caden. oh my sweet caden- i miss that kid so much. ah my heart. i miss him calling me from school to pick him up after swim or track. i miss driving him to the gym and picking him up at 11pm. i miss driving him to his friends houses all the way on the lake. i miss just spending time with him. jamming out to music. i miss our little competition of who could make it out the door to seminary first (to which he always won). i miss his loud and obnoxious friends over. i miss seeing his face. i miss my caden.
i miss wa.
i snapped this picture the morning i left. our sweet home. twelve years spent there. i can close my eyes and see every corner, every little piece of decoration. &i hope those memories don't fade.
